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[[ Orange-milk...? what kind of cruel person would banish their workers into the desert tho
-- oh wait. GLaDOS. ]]
"Which was very hurtful. And unneccessary." Oh my god Cecil
!!!!!!
"OBVIOUSLY?"
The five-year-old looks utterly unconvinced, perhaps a little baffled by the answer. ”But aren’t you datin’ Dad? I should go tell Karen Johnson’s brother that Dad is going to beat him up! That’ll show ‘im.”
She imagines her father trading fists with dumb eighth-grader Casey Johnson over her mom’s honor, just like in her movies. Cecil tosses an arm over her face in a dramatic fashion, swooning. ”But what if he tries to take your hand?” She’s not sure what the term means, but the thought of having her mother’s hand chopped off is enough reason to put mulch in Karen Johnson’s shoes tomorrow.
"I'm married to your dad! No, sweetie, no. Your dad's not gonna beat that stupid boy up. He might kill 'im." She tucks the cookies into the cookie jar, sighing.
She raises an eyebrow at her dramatics. Just like her father. "He's not gonna marry me, Cecil." Honestly, she doesn't know where she gets these ideas. Maybe she should limit her television watching, or get one of those fancy cable show blockers. "In that case, I would kick his butt."
